The Candle Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

Too often we only see
What appears to be
But in the darkness there remains
The whole world not illuminated by flames.

A world that continues on
Regardless of how little light is shown
A world that is full of wonder and imagination
(As well as a fair amount of superstition)

But the candle only shows
What is there when it glows
And when it finally reaches the end
As in life, what remains, depends.

A small amount of ash and smoky residue
But value added by illumination is what's new
The body is like a candle when expired
But what’s left behind is how you’ll be remembered.